Good Morning My Love
As sun breaketh over hill,
And soul by holy dispatch filled,
This thought to you I have willed,
In your heart's garden, peace be tilled.
New day springeth forth in joy,
God His angels doth employ,
Comforter's, Love's envoys,
Proclaiming, "You ARE loved by this boy!"
What feeble words may escape my lips,
Are but mortal shadows of eternity ripped,
In true love's nectar Eros dipped,
And from his bow the arrow slipped.
So greet the morning, Sol's bright rays,
Which is my love, on display.
Brian K. Eddy
June 10, 2001
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